Love on it's own knows no past , no present , no future . It just is.

Learn as I Go

I heard the birds singing this morning as it were spring . it was like a sweet , gentle smile opening across one’s face . Sun inspiring whimsey and a dash of hope in such a way that i was nearly fooled . Fooled into thinking that spring was near rather than the fall and approaching winter .

Expanding dreams in the warm rays of sunlight is easy and sweet . A joyous dance in ideas and amongst roads yet to be seen . Unfolding a layer and releasing all barriers in thought , word and deed .